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silence, when we choose, as freely as we may happen to 

 desire. " 



By this time Horace had come down to the shore, where 

 we were standing; and in a few moments we were out on 

 the water, pointing directly for "Old BaUl Head. "' a rocky 

 promontor}^ across the lake, where stood a l)ark shanty 

 Avhichhad sometime been occupied by a fishing jj^rty. 



We fished a few rods off the point, taking eight splendid 

 trout, and then moved on, up tlie eastern shore of the lake. 

 We fished at various promising places, went ashore to find 

 cold springs and to gather spru(?e-gum, and passed nothing 

 of interest without examination. 



At the head of the lake, and on the western shore, right 

 on a little bluff, close to the water's edge, we landed to 

 take our noon-day lunch. On a big soil and moss covered 

 rock we spread our ))lanket for a couch, for we proposed 

 to ourselves the oriental luxury of reclining while we 

 feasted. Two great trees, rooted upon the rock, spread 

 tlieir leafy arms al)Ove us, while the heavy forest pressed 

 down behind us and lent additional shade and the delicious 

 coolness of the dense woods. Horace built a smudge in a 

 little hollow near by, on the windward side, and (hen drew 

 out the big basket of lunch, and made a refreshing lemon- 

 ade. And "then and there," lying on the softest of 

 couches, looking far down the lake and out on the ever- 

 green forest on the shores and mountains in the distance, 

 we lunched. — stop])ing between frequent "bites" at 

 excellent sandwiches of ham and soda crackers, or cold 

 trout and johnny-cake, and sips of lemonade, to admire 



